the leaves of fall are starting to turn
my heart turns inward
the fluttering of the wind
hears my song
the day before the day
greets me coming and going
at a pace
that is unnatural to the universe
soon I will slow down
to feel the rain on my shoulders
to smell the sea=salt
to echo with the river
time the gaunt executioner
Now.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
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